WE WON WE WON WE FUCKING WON. Hel-lo, 6-17-5.
I was trying to figure out what this weird sensation was; it's suddenly so light! and pleasurable! really good! SHIT IS THIS WHAT WINNING'S LIKE? It's been so long, I wasn't sure. (Just like listening to Montreal-Boston the other night, I wasn't sure about all these numbers. Second in PK? Do the rankings even go that low? WEIRD. I was sure that the only way to describe special teams was "twenty-ninth." Or "thirtieth." ETA, 21:38: Boston, obviously. Montreal's current status can best be summed-up as "suck," freaking awesome alumni warm-up notwithstanding. Oh, Montreal, the team you have now is the one you need to worry about! Also about booting Roy out of the building before he can give Price any more ideas.)
Anyway, the Hurricanes media are pie-faced heteros, they haven't posted any pictures yet.
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. ERIK COLE GOT THE HAT-TRICK, WE KILLED SOME PENALTIES, BRYAN RODNEY IS A HUMAN. SO MUCH JOYYYY. Ahahaha RAYCROFT.
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